Lily Matsubushi Brothel ❤️

About Kyoto

Picture this: me, strollin’ into a brothel in Amsterdam, 2015. Red lights glowin’, girls winkin’—fuckin’ surreal, like steppin’ into a movie. “I’m in—now what?” I thought, channellin’ my inner Zuckerberg. Place smelled like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey—shaken, not stirred, naturally. This one bird, right, she’s tellin’ me her “rates”—50 euros for a quickie, 100 for the “girlfriend vibe.” Made me laugh—bloke, I’ve had real girlfriends cheaper than that! Got me happy, though—freedom’s sexy, innit? No strings, just a transaction—clean as a sniper shot.

Sugamo sports center

Finally, I wrap up the day. I’m exhausted but happy. Matsubushi’s got this vibe that just sticks with you. The streets are alive, the people are friendly, and even the pigeons have character. I bike home, thinking about all the craziness.

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